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I thought you were the bitch around here, Vortex?

Actually, I've always enjoyed Rob Zombie. Especially, House of 1000 Corpses. That movie is hilarious!

My father called the Olsen girls, "little monkey kids". I would answer, "they aren't black, pop.".

I believe the context of your rhetoric is full of bear shit.

I worked in a lumber yard way the fuck out in the Pacific Northwest for three months. Hated it. Fucking, fucking hated it. I wanted to throw myself down a chute into the chopper. I wanted to quit, but the hours were good and the pay was not too bad. Still I hated every fucking second of that droll, yet ass busting job. Couldn't get fired, either. I was always strung out on coke and couldn't hold a job, but no problems in that damn lumber yard. No. I could piss in the boss' coffee and he'd say "It needed warming up.". When I moved back home, to good ol' Dixie. I took a shit job at a grocery store while I finished college. Hated that job, too. Partly because I had just quit my coke habit and partly due to the shitty pay and cheap cigarettes.

I watched a repeat of Law and Order: SVU last night. I find Mariska Hargitay intoxicating.

Actually, I've heard Bob Sagat do some of his stand-up bullshit. He's not funny at all, but has a potty mouth. I think he's trying to compensate for a decade (?) of mindless, family programming.

Did I ever tell you about the time Brasky took me out to go get a drink with him? We go off looking for a bar and we can't find one. Finally Brasky takes me to a vacant lot and says, 'Here we are.' We sat there for a year and a half and sure enough someone constructs a bar around us. The day they opened we ordered a shot, drank it, and then burned the place to the ground. Brasky yelled over the roar of the flames, 'Always leave things the way you found em!'.

I don't want to elaborate on this too long or too hard, but I wanted to post a thread concerning "the music". You know, when a sitcom comes to a particular moment where the father must have a talk with his son (who raped a dog, got a "C+", whatever.) and the little piano begins and the music sets in for a heartwarming, feel good moment in a rather lame show. The worst had to be, Full House, I know... I know. I only watched that piece of shit because my ex-wife thought it was hilarious. Everytime the fat daughter or the neurotic daughter did something wrong, Bob Sagat had to give them a talking to. Arg! Barf! My father never gave me a talking to. It was ALWAYS wham! to the back of the head and a "Wisen-up" followed. When I would do something really bad, no music could've softened the lash of my old man's belt. Any thoughts, GF'ers?

What's funny to me are these hardasses that attempt to be camera-friendly, read a teleprompter, and work on his bike. Any redblooded american curses every time they take a wrench to their bike. For me, a day in the yard or under the hood is not complete without several curse words, a case of beer, and a pack of cigs.

I've always hated these three questions... 1. Are you going to hurt me? 2. Why are you doing this to me? 3. What did I ever do to you? Goddammit! I hate stupid questions.

I totally concur, Hugh. It's almost like the networks are at a loss for programming so they bring in consultants who rip on other rip-offs. Television is horrible, but I own three and can't seem to live without it.

What I like about you so far, MadCatX, is that you've successfully irritated me and delighted me at the same time. I'm guessing this was your first post and perhaps it will be your last post. Not that you're ejected, it's the simple fact I don't think you could bring anything to the table. This irritates me. I'm delighted that you took all of two seconds to post. Maybe not. Perhaps it took you an hour to introduce yourself to the pissed masses. If that be the case, I'd like to know your thoughts on disease, pestilence, rape, incest, kidney bandits, orange peels, and porking. Thanks for your time.

Demand? Demand where? The office circle jerk? Hey... we could use a new pivot man.

How noble of you, PW.

For some reason her post in the GF thread "Why There Are No Black Nascar Drivers" just flew the fuck all over me. In fact, it made me angry.

Jesus Tapdancing Christ! Would you like some cheese with this whine? Grow a fucking sense of humor and come back.

You make an interesting point, however I believe the People's Mod was so overcome with anger that the word "******" suited at the time. Sure we can be PC and use broad generalizations to describe folk who do injustice to other folk, but what would be the point? This is a forum for airing grievances of attrocities and malcontent done to said poster or significant others. Its absolute human nature to catagorize and simplify things, especially when one is vehemently passionate about getting a point across. I totally concur with PWs use of the word and would have done the same myself. Of course, being a caucasion male I'd be considered a fucking racist. I'm not, however, I would be classifying a group of people that ignore information, education, and opportunities to better themselves and instead choose to live on the fringes and in desperation.

You should be Idiot Boxed for not closing tags, you shitheel.

If it were up to me, I would make the two finalists conduct a debate via the chatroom moderated by one of us. Just like a presidential debate, but a little more "in your face" or "to the extreme"... as Poochy would say. Perhaps set up like a list of ten topics ask each delegate their opinion, allow for banter and arguing, and move on to the next topic. The topics don't have to be anything hardcore, like abortion or Islam, but something along the lines of "If you were stranded on an island... yadda yadda yadda". An idea... RO

They still call me Bruce, but my real name is Neal.

To drink as much beer as I can without killing myself, to kill trespassers, and oggle every tight ass that crosses my glance. The nature of the beast.

As much as I love the Ozzman, I can not abide the fucktard masses and the crappy bands on the tour.

Whoa! Easy there, Seabiscuit! I'm sure if you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything. Just consult Velvet Jones book, "How To Be A Ho".

Well, Georgia has entire memorial dedicated to the perseverance of the Klan in the South. . If Robert E. Lee knew that he was immortalized in a relief dedicated to the Confederacy and the Klan, he'd order it blasted with as much cannon fire as could be imagined. Perhaps Jefferson Davis would've liked the attention and the immortalization.